Poem of the Day- January 21st

Poem of the Day- January 21st

The Marrog

By R. C. Scriven

 

My desk's at the back of the class

And nobody, nobody knows

I'm a Marrog from Mars

With a body of brass

And seventeen fingers and toes.

Wouldn't they shriek if they knew

I've three eyes at the back of my head

And my hair is bright purple

My nose is deep blue

And my teeth are half-yellow, half-red?

My five arms are silver and spiked

With knives on them sharper than spears.

I could go back right now, if I liked-

And return in a million light-years.

I could gobble them all

For I'm seven foot tall

And I'm breathing green flames from my ears.

Wouldn't they yell if they knew,

If they guessed that a Marrog was here?

Ha-ha they haven't a clue-

Or wouldn't they tremble with fear!

'Look, look, a Marrog'

They'd all scream- and SMACK

The blackboard would fall and the ceiling would crack

And the teacher would faint, I suppose.

But I grin to myself, sitting right at the back

And nobody, nobody knows.